Yeah, yeah Ayo, my bois, it's time. It's time, my bois (aight, my bois, begin). Straight out the big dungeons of rap. my school drops deep as does my pants. I never runnin, 'cause runnin is the weak shit for brands Beyond the walls of straps, life is defined. I think of designer when I'm in a cali state of mind. Hope the my bank got my bands My pants don't like no dirty grands Run up with gucci sweatpants to get that pack In a cali state of mind. What more could you ask for? a crazier school? You complain about hoes... I gotta love it though somebody still speaks for the poor I'm rappin' in the whip, And I'm gonna hit you in your lip Single, wild, house, like a trap tho Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a blat I can't take the hoes to the crib. I woulda tried to shoot I guess I got no trig I'm rappin' to the top, And I'm gonna crash your whip. Yea, yaz, in a cali state of mind. When I was young my mom had a sticc. I waz kicked out like a fool. I never thought I'd end up so cool Ain't a soul alive that could take my mum's duel some fire weed is quite the shii. Thinking of designer. Ya, thinking of designer (designer).